Marie Joussaye, The Songs that Quinte Sang — The Recompense (1895)
“ When all life’s brightness suffered swift eclipse And sun and stars unto my eyes grew dim. And on my lips Love’s sweetness turned to rue. “Oh, Angel!” then I cried, with sobbing breath, “I asked for Love, Life’s sweetest gift, and you Have mocked me with the bitterness of Death.” The angel smiled once more, then said, “Not so, The sweetness of Love’s wine is not for all. ”
